“You know we don’t have a choice,” I grunted as Azyam repeated herself, leaning back in my chair as I sighed deeply. My real body was sitting outside LeAlexende’s house, meditating in the afternoon light while Kisten and Alex rested inside. I had focused on putting myself into a trance-like state, hoping it would allow me to talk to Azyam and Mortem. Talking to my sister was easy, but since I still lacked a visual way to acknowledge Mortem, she hovered like a vague presence between us. She still communicated with feelings and ideas rather than words, and I barely looked up to see my twin’s stern gaze. “We have to merge into Mortem.”
“Of course that’s easy for you to say,” I muttered, not trying to hide my snide remark as I felt her annoyance. Despite us having separate bodies in the minds
